The sound of running water told him that the blond was going to shower before he left.
He didn't want Bells to leave.
Not now.
Not ever.
A knot of emotional turmoil formed in the dark-haired man's chest, choking him, making it hard to breathe. Anxiety. He needed Bells. Not just for the incredible sex, but because he couldn't believe Megalli-Loran was done trying to kill him. Of course he could inform his bosses of the threat, but since he'd found out about the threat from the man hired to kill him--the man he'd spent the night with--chances were, they'd ban Bells from the tower.
And that was a possibility he couldn't bear the thought of. Never seeing the blond again would be tantamount to pure torture.
No, what he wanted was for the gunwhore to stay. Not just for another night, but permanently. But that wasn't possible. Buying out a contract from a fuckbroker for someone like Bells would be very costly, and he hadn't been with NeuroTech long enough to build up that kind of money in his personal accounts.
A sound like storm-caressed chimes pulled Jessman out of his reverie to look at the bathroom door. Bells was watching him from the doorway, wearing nothing but a Mona Lisa smile. Jessman felt his chest constrict, and his cock throbbed with the rush of lust invading his body from a mind that knew only too well what the gunwhore could do with and to him.
"Two hours is a lot of time, David," the dulcet voice murmured over the sound of pattering water. "I can think of a lot of things we can do in two hours, can't you?" Bells stalked toward the researcher. He paused at the side of the bed, reaching out to brush his fingers along Jessman's stubbled jaw, the caress light, teasing. He leaned down to kiss where his fingers had been. "Even one hour is a lot of time, don't you think?"
"Yes, it is," Jessman agreed and smiled, eyes closing at the caress, the kiss of the skilled blond. In all his adult years, Jessman had never been with anyone that could fire his blood as fast as he could with nothing but a look, or a light touch. The man was amazing.
"Have you thought of anything we could do?"
"Oh, I can think of a few things. Having breakfast, drinking coffee..." The blond's warm mouth ghosted along his neck, strong, slender hands moved down his body, touching, awakening his desire to a feverish pitch. A thumb and forefinger captured a nipple and squeezed. Pain's sweet spice. He groaned and gripped the sheets. He wanted to pull Bells closer, but wasn't certain if he was allowed to move or not. There were rules to this game; his experiences last night had taught him that. But he wasn't sure what he was allowed, if he could touch the other man or not.
"What about getting fucked?" the warm breath ghosted across his throat.
"Yeah, that too," David agreed, his cock twitching at the teasing, at the memories surfacing in his mind with every touch of the blond's hands or mouth.
The fingers stopped teasing his nipple, and the blond's hand closed in his hair, the grip tight, adding a new flavor of pain to the mix, a new touch of spice. A spice Jessman found that he craved as badly as a drowning man craved air.
"Do you want me?" the sultry voice asked, whispering the question into his ear right before the warm dampness of a tongue swept along the curve of flesh.
"Yes, God, yes," David groaned as the belled man's hand explored the dark curls of hair at the base of his belly. So close to the center of his desire, the touch made his cock jump, and he couldn't control the gasp when Bells' teeth closed on the muscle of his shoulder, just above the collarbone, while the teasing hand grasped his cock.
A shudder of passion rocked the dark-haired man as the blond played his body like a fine instrument, mouth and hands doing their part to drive Jessman toward the edge.
Gasping, moaning, David threw his arms around Bells and tried to drag the smaller man into bed, realizing almost immediately how futile the act was. Bells, smaller though he was, had enhancements that were more than Jessman could overcome. Instead of tumbling onto his lover's lap, the blond broke away from him completely, leaving his side in a blurring of movement and a cessation of sensation that left Jessman bereft of what he most wanted: release from the torment of desire burning in his flesh.
He'd broken the unspoken rule not to touch, and this was the result.
Dark lust-lit eyes in a passion-flushed face stared up at the slender blond who favored Jessman with a cool stare before his lips--far too sensual and kissable lips--twitched into a knowing smile. He beckoned to the older man, fingers telling him, 'follow me if you dare', giving a wordless invitation that Jessman was only too willing to accept.
Willing, hell, he was eager and more than ready to do whatever the gunwhore had in mind.
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David Jessman has found his lover; what he's lacking is control of himself, the situation he's in and the blond gunwhore known to him only as Bells. Bad as that is for a man used to being in charge, he's finding that losing control may not be that terrible after all.
WARNING: Contains strong m/m BDSM and D/s themes.
